I made one alternate ending, so I couldn't help not making a second. Since I just updated my other story with Chapter 3, I think this is the time to come up with number 2. This will most likely end up being alternate beginning...no, alternate storyline number...two? I don't know; I just throw these together, and people tell me that they're good.

Note: This part takes the place of "Chapter 5: Mutual Enemies" and beyond. As with any other alternate ending, disregard anything past that point.

Note 2: Taking the Blacklight virus into space would ordinarily be a bad idea. Due to the potential repercussions of that action, this may take more than one part to tell. But, hey, I may just leave that up to your imagination.

Starkiller looked around at the helicopters that had suddenly surrounded him. Watching Mercer get blown out of the sky was satisfying, but he wasn't sure what these people wanted now. They were apparently some sort of law enforcement, but they didn't look quite the same as the grotesque creatures that shambled along the streets or Alex Mercer. If these are native on this planet, Starkiller thought, then what the heck is wrong with the others? Since the helicopters didn't land, he didn't think that they simply wanted to chat, and he turned his lightsaber back on and readied his mind for another battle.

He heard a burst from the helicopter behind him, and spun quickly, shooting a pulse of energy at the helicopter. It had fired a net at him, but the push he gave it sent it back onto the helicopter, and the metal mesh became tangled in the helicopter's rotors. It didn't take long for the aircraft to fall from the sky, and Starkiller was already attacking the others. A throw of his lightsaber was enough to disable two helicopters: one by removing its rotors entirely, and another by slicing the entire cockpit in half; and with a leap into the air, he brought his limbs in and began to pull energy toward himself. A few uncertain seconds passed for everyone else while Starkiller prepared the repulse, but when he unleashed it, he heard glass shattering, cries of pain, the vehicles' warning alarms, and yet another thud from the building Mercer had flown into.

"Juno," he said into his com. "Get down here."

He took a few steps toward the building across the street, which now had three holes in its wall. Mercer appeared in one of them, and leapt out at Starkiller. Unsurprised, Starkiller grabbed him, and held him still.

"I've got it."

Mercer's arm began to turn black once again, and Starkiller immediately let go. Instead, he ripped a chunk of the roof off of the building, and threw it at Mercer. The slab of rubble continued forward, hitting the wall of the damaged building and cracking into several pieces. Starkiller heard the Rogue Shadow approaching, and pulled Mercer from the wall. Instead of giving him a chance to react, Starkiller threw him through a nearby building, catching him as he flew out the other side. And when he was dazed enough, Starkiller braced himself, pulled up a few more chunks from the ceiling, and encased Mercer in them.

"Even you'll have a hard time getting out of that," Starkiller said as his ride landed.

Starkiller bent in front of Vader once again, some time later. In a large metal capsule, Alex Mercer stood, glaring out from inside. The small, durable window was scratched on the inside, revealing Mercer's poor attempts at escape. And Vader stood looking at his new trophy.

"You have done well," he told Starkiller.

"He appears to be infected with something," Starkiller said.

"He is from a dying planet. And he is not a victim of the disease."

"What?"

"His mind is twisted, his essence, ravaged. This creature is only a pile of corpses that doesn't know it's dead."

Alex chose that moment to hit the small window with his fist, which had turned into a chunk of dense matter. A tiny crack finally appeared, his previous attempts apparently having weakened the capsule. He swung two more times, until a piece of the window fell out, and then a sharpened tentacle shot out at Vader. Instead of avoiding it or fighting back, Vader merely caught the tentacle. It pierced his hand, but retreated after receiving a shock from the robotic limb. It came back for another strike, when a small force field appeared in front of the window, cutting it off. As soon as it hit the ground, it dissolved into a puddle.

"How do we kill something that's already dead?" Starkiller asked.

"I still have a use for it," Vader said. "It may be impossible to kill, and even if it cannot be controlled...it is a weapon to be feared."

"Who should be made to fear it first?" Starkiller asked with a smirk.

Ehh, so the ending's a bit anticlimactic...but you get the idea, right? Mercer lost this time, Galen took him to space, and Vader doesn't have any limbs that aren't robotic. Did I miss anything?